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[Chamillionaire]

The walkin' chandellier is here, but hey something is weird

Door-handles disappeared got shaved off like a beird

NBA Live and Metal Gear nigga, look at ya bimbo

Climbin' in the window, "I just want to play the Nintendo"

Hold up a second kinfolk, ya missing ya slut

Ya misses got stuck, while she was tryin' to get in the truck

I tryed to roll the window up and when I did it got stuck

Now all you see is ca-ndy paint, her legs and her butt

People always mistake me for Mannie Fresh

'Cause hoes see the way I dress and say "Man He Fresh"

Ask Mista Madd, Kat ain't the man to test

So many K's he got the Ku Klux Klan impressed

Hold up a second kinfolk, Koopa shoot the bazooka

And handcuffin' boyfriends don't even introduce her

to Koopa if you don't want Koopa to come and scoop her

With screens fallin' like hoola-hoops on a hoola-hooper

Hold up a second kinfolk, she don't wanna share me

This ain't no funeral stop actin' like an obituary

*Phone Rings*, Operator give me the nearest library

'Cause these hoes keep beggin' me for some dictionary

Bag chicks in the flag-ship, I'ma show all my books

She said she never heard of me before but know all my hooks

That's the way it always begin

The story will end

with me and Victoria in the Victoria Inn

Knock-Knock before I open the door for your whore

I'll put my jewlrey in the drawer so I can look like I'm poor

Put a ice-pack on my back so I can look like I'm sore

Get a massage from ya braud while we lookin' at porn

Hold up a second kinfolk, I get respect and your last

Niggaz that think I won't make em' cry like tear gas

You want me for trouble I open a can of whoop ass

I got the game locked, like gladlock zip bags

No kids, so ain't no children callin' me poppa

Only time I'ma poppa, is when the heat 'll go blocka

Until then I'm the one-hitter quitter, hater dropper

When you fall on the floor, I'ma use ya face to mop a

hall way all day, on the C-Wall with a camera

Damnit bruh, I forgot to give a shout-out to Tamera

Well this my shout-out for you, I hope this is cool

To you know who, and you know who Chamillion said what it do

Yeah